Sara Blake
The Moon and You

The moon is full tonight
so I think about you.
I think about how I’d like to tell you
that the moon made me
think about you,
(just like the milk in my coffee,
and my hands turning over the dirty plate
under the warm water,
and my keys making
that satisfying clunk
as they unlatch the padlock in my door,
and the joke I heard
about Australia,
and how I’d like to
save it for you for later—
that, and most every other
moment of the day too,
which all have mostly
nothing to do with you—
only that both you and it
share the same
space in my mind.)

How nice it must feel
to hear another say,
“I had only to look up
at her majesty the moon
and was reminded
of you.”